Whenever I go out and see couples, I always break down with broken glass and a heavy waterfall.
Whenever this happens, I always assume that I am never good enough for anyone.
I always think that no one will love me at all.
Whenever this happens… I think about ending life.
Having no love in romance is the hardest part of life.
Being single is a rose wilting in my hands.
The longer I stay there, the more broken and weak I become.
If no love is there to save me before the last pet falls…
I will die with a broken heart.